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In the eye of the beholder Chapter 5

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ship: Ancano x OC

Chapter Summary:

Everyone is settling into the College while Ancano struggles to turn in his report on time.

As always a huge thank you to @takatuo and @lady-iizsil for Beta-Reading (and special shout-out to the later for being the original rp partner this fanfic is based on!)

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It’s WIP Wednesday!!!

tagged by: @theoneandonlysemla

tagging: @theoneandonlysemla, @lady-iizsil

I know I was technically tagged last week but then I was so slow with my creative process I decided to post it today!

I have finally had the time to work on my facfic again and decided to post a little part of what I have already written (although it very likely is subject to change):

Chapter 7 excerpt:

Heavy wind was blowing around her ears as she wadded through the thick layer of snow towards Saarthal.

Three weeks had passed since Morwen's last encounter with the Thalmor. Since then, most of her time had been spend trying to settle into her new routine at the College, studying for classes and researching the history of Saarthal for the upcoming expidition.

On the weekends, she still completed bounties for the local Jarl in exchange for some coin. It was still a rahter stressful line of work but also easy money and did not take to much of her time. Besides, it was a welcome opportunity to practise.

Mastery of the arcane arts wasn't easy and she found that spell that required a little bit more magicka were often to difficult to cast properly, it felt like she could not control the flow of mana and more often than not, she had to create movenments or stances that varied from the norm to be able to savely cast something. So practising on live targets was a good exercise, besides, her mother had taught her the basics of swordsmannship and she could still rely on the words of power she had learned, so even if her magic failed she wasn't completely defensless.

She wondered if she would encounter any new words in Saarthal as well. The others had told her that this was a boring routine trip and that there likely wouldn't be anything "exciting" for them. Although, according to J'Zargo and Breyla, "exciting" really meant "killing hordes of undead Draugr", so perhaps boring was fine.

Onmund also didn't seem to thrilled about this trip, albeit for different reasons. He simply believed it to be disrespectful to the ancestors. A sentiment she couldn't share either.

Still, while the others chatted in front of her, she mostly kept her thoughts to herself as they walked through the heavy snow towards the ruin. She simply hoped for a quiet and peaceful day of looking at some ancient relics, without any spiders or Draugr to chase her around again.

In the distance ancient stone buildings peaked through the snow, surrounded by scaffolding.

A few mages were walking around the ruin, carrying books, crates or tools for the excravation. For a moment, Morwen breathed a sigh of relief, believing that this might perhaps be a normal field trip. One with supervision and no unnecessary danger.

However, as they descended down from the scaffolding and walked towards the entrance, Morwen spotted those familiar black and blue robes and a grim expression. For perhaps the first time, she wished to have been surprised with a Draugr instead.

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Just one more thing…

An ailment has befallen Albedo and he needs Kaeya’s help to collect rare ingredients to craft a cure. However, it seems like the Cavalry Captain himself is not in the best of health…

It’s a one shot I wrote for a friend, thanks to @lady-iizsil for beta-reading!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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WIP Wednesday

as always I am a gigantic slow-poke when it comes to anything but I was tagged by both @lady-iizsil and @theoneandonlysemla for a WIP Wednesday one or two weeks back.

I have been feeling more creative lately so I actually have something I would like to show, it’s a deleted scene from the next chapter of my fan fiction “In the eye of the beholder” on AO3.

The chapter got to long so I had to cut it (also I think it wouldn’t have fit the pacing) but I still liked the premise of it so I decided to post it here.

Enjoy! :)

The group of students stumbled out of the Inn, their nervous yelps and shrieks could be heard throughout the empty streets of the small town. The cold winter air was whistling in between the buildings, hitting their drunken minds like a brick. They were urging Onmund to hold it in just a little longer until the poor man finally emptied his stomach behind a nearby tree stump.

“Oh gross,” Morwen mumbled under her breath as she turned away, trying to keep the contents of her own stomach on the inside.

“Told you we shouldn’t- hicks- shouldn’t have stayed that long, we obviously had too much,” Breyla slurred, the cold air slowly clearing her senses a little bit.

“This one thinks it’s perhaps too late for regret, but he agrees now that it is time to return to the College… after our Companion is done,” he purred, ignoring the hurling sounds behind him.

In the meantime, Ancano had paid for his tab as well, getting ready to leave and follow them. So much for an evening of peace and quiet… but his work came first, and if they kept talking as they had been earlier in the tavern, then perhaps this could turn into a fruitful pursuit for his next report and possibly save him weeks’ worth of espionage.

The Mer fasted his cloak around his person as he left and quickly cast a spell of prolonged invisibility; even in their drunken state they could still notice him.

At the moment, they were seemingly still talking, discussing their next steps while the Nord was throwing up behind a tree stump.

Listening in on the conversation, it quickly dawned on him that those cretins still hoped to return to the dorms, despite their current drunkenness and the not so current disrepair of the icy stone bridge that led over a harrowing chasm with nothing but rock, even more ice and a few puddles at the bottom.

At this hour, there wouldn’t be anyone to guard the bridge either, so no one could help them cross safely… and Ancano himself would not dare intervene. First, they did not trust him and would thus not heed his command and second, if one of them happened to fall, would that be so bad for him? It would certainly decrease the number of migraines he would suffer over the semester.

After the Nord had finally stopped and regained control over his stomach, they decided to head back, with the Thalmor following several meters behind. It seems they have not yet realized that they were about to trap themselves in quite the dangerous predicament.

The group stumbled along the frozen road leading up to the bridging, hanging onto each other and laughing. They passed a lone Cityguard who only shook his head as the group stepped onto the bridge without care, stumbling along until they reached the first section with broken down rails and crumbling tiles.

They almost tripped over themselves struggling to even stand without holding onto the railing as they simply starred. One moment they looked at the section ahead and then the next back the way they came from.

“I- I don’t wanna cross that,” Onmund whined, seemingly close to hurling once more.

“Going back also seems a little steep for J’Zargo’s taste,” the Khajiit replied as he glared at the section behind them that seemed closer to a slide to him than an actual bridge.

“We could try and form a living chain,” Marianna mumbled while Breyla looked at the woman as if she had just seen the peak of stupidity.

Ancano observed quietly as they kept discussing over possible solutions. Going back seemed out of the question, they had no coin left to pay for a room and the previous section of the bridge that seemed in minor disrepair seemed too dangerous to them as well.

After a few minutes they had it down to just sleeping on the bridge, a suggestion that was quickly thrown out the window due to the temperature. Which only left them with Marianna’s brilliantly daft idea to form a chain and try to cross the section.

The mer watched in mild amusement as they took each other’s hands, leaving J’Zargo to go first, followed by Marianna and Breyla. Onmund stayed on the other side, holding onto the railing. At first, their stupid plan actually seemed to work as the students carefully shuffled over the icy tiles, trying their best not to look down.

As the cat was about to arrive at the other side, he reached for the pillar, hoping to grab onto the railing, but instead he lost his footing and slipped.

A sharp yelp escaped his throat as he started flaying his arms, breaking free from Marianna.

The Altmer tried to hold off J’zargo from falling, grabbing the Khajiit by his tail to pull him back, but as he landed back on the bridge, she herself stumbled back, arms waving through the air as she herself started slipping. With the Dunmer having stumbled back to the save section and the cat clinging to the floor, there was no one left to save her from falling.

She starred down into the ravine beneath her, eyes wide in fear with a scream stuck in her throat that couldn’t escape. Ancano didn’t know what foul spirits possessed him that moment, he should have let her perish. As a potential threat that would have been much easier. Still, he was beside her before even he had fully comprehended the situation and grabbed her by her wrist, his cloak of invisibility dissipating as he starred down at the woman clinging onto her arm.

Big green eyes pierced through the night, meeting his gaze as the other apprentices screamed. Ancano tried to remain stone faced, giving the woman a hearty thug to pull her from the edge and into his chest. He could only hope this lapse in judgement would not lead to him being hounded by them in the near future.

The woman looked up at him, her mind seemingly trying to comprehend her current situation as she clung to the mer like a lifeline.

“I… thank you…” she mumbled while Ancano’s scowl deepened, he did not enjoy anything about this situation.

Instead of answering he merely picked her up and sat her down at the other side where the railing before finally addressing her: “You should thank me. For your sheer foolishness alone, I should have not intervened.”

A huff escaped him as he stepped back, “And you four better do not assume that it will happen again, I have very important business to attend too, and your problems are not among them.”

With that he walked off, leaving them to fend for themselves, there was nothing of value to be gained after all.

Just another waste of time.

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In the eye of the Beholder Chapter 4

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ship: Ancano x OC

Chapter Summary:

Morwen finally gets to meet her new classmates and settles into the College

As always huge shout-out for @lady-iizsil for co-creating the thread this story is based on (and beta-reading), as well as @takatuo and @natyhowlett for beta-reading as well!

Have fun reading :3

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In the Eye of the Beholder Chapter 3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ship: Ancano x OC

Chapter Summary: Ancano decides it’s time to have a proper introduction, Morwen only wants to find her room…

Shoutout to @cheesychickenwings for co-creating the rp-thread this story is based on and shoutout to @takatuo and @natyhowlett for beta-reading!

Have fun reading :3

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In the eye of the Beholder: Chapter 2, First lessons

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ship: Ancano x Female Dragonborn (My OC Morwen)

Chapter Summary: After arriving at the College of Winterhold, Morwen was immediately confronted with a new threat to her long desired peace: a certain Thalmor officier by the name of Ancano.

For now she is doing their best to ignore him, assuming a new identity at the College to maintain her anonymity.

Shoutout to @cheesychickenwings for co-creating the rp-thread this story is based on and @takatuo for beta-reading!

Have fun reading :3

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Remember that fanfiction I am still very much writing? Currently thinking about the College Quest in Skyrim and how much better it could be…

So long story short, I was thinking about restructuring it a bit? Because it had such great potential and they WASTED it!!